I can see the back of the woman whose head is slightly lowered and raised in the area of her husband's thighs. Of course, simple allusions to the charms of oral sex will not be able to demean the sanctity of muted kerosene; the hearth smokes and the cauldron in which the masanica is simmering is sizzling. I'm really turned on.
The feet were probably washed before dinner, after a tiring day spent in the woods or on horseback. The women had been swaddled since early morning, but that was the moment when they could untangle their hair, if we in the audience want to imagine the relationship of our ancestors that way.
The newlyweds are far from giving birth, they are still getting to know each other, her hands explore and rub fragrant salt into her husband's tresses and ankles; fingers climb up to the line of infected legs because beyond is the shrine of the host, a Montenegrin samurai who looks down on the back of the woman's head, the fulcrum of the house that will be filled with children.
At least that's what they said - that grandpa never took grandma by the back of the head gently like a fruit tree, lifted her in the direction of the stiff leather belt, that grandpa never said this is all yours, bitch, be proud and get to the point, the grandchildren won't know anyway, we will purge history of any kind of tenderness, not to mention the sex games our successors will have to learn from stupid American bestsellers.
Unfortunately - this is exactly what happened - the darkness of unwritten history thickened over the labor of our grandmothers; the longing forefather, no matter how she looked, barely spoke to Njegoš, and the rest of what was said and written, um... it was as if there was no sex, but limp legs were being persistently washed over the bed. The voice of Stjepan Zanović from Budva is exceptional, pathetic and sad, in the summer of 1773, as he sobs over the victory of his senses: ...my inclination towards women leads me to the grave....my spirit, no matter how strong, cannot resist the natural urge as soon as I see that tempting object and as soon as I approach it...
Oh yes, long-ago generations used to hang out in the meadows, where there were meadows, in the ravines, ruins, scrapes and caves, in the loggias of the swindlers, which today do not mention love to anyone. Lalić's heroine when she screams - to the black country, Lado! - hints at how the grandmothers used to kill each other, take off their gags and hoses, raise their fists, naughty great-grandmothers of this girl who flocks to the Delta to watch a movie in which they are beaten, tied up and whipped; as if we didn't flaunt ourselves in history, which is full of blood, but also sperm, only that it was never a good time to talk about it, as evidenced by the fact that we don't have a folk expression for sperm, or we do, and I need another lesson from folk literature that I had in the seasons 97/98. was taught by the vice-prime minister of Kilibarda, always ready to present the erotic moments of the ten to the students, and for that I thank him - he was delighted with the MILF Hanuma Dzaferbegovic, whom the child Grujica apes between the lines, as real hooligans and poets do.
The potential of the sexual abyss of the tribal people like Montenegrin is great, I believe in the original way of making love and that one should be romantic towards the heritage of the spirit and body - that's why I'm sorry when I see that the populus is falling for what is served to them as sexuality by the failed Hollywood. Do the boys and girls have any idea that their ancestors worked blind fold in the form of a black cloth over the face - if the imagination of Živko Nikolić is to be believed; that grandfathers restrained grandmothers and dominated their own, only that it was not culturally codified as a source of pleasure; that tranjes in the villages were an open secret, but we called them virgins, or, if we are to believe the author from 1929, Ilija M. Jelić, Ph.D., that there were swingerajs in the tribes in the north, where a woman, a kobayagi, would present a bowl to an intending traveler soups.
No one deals with it anymore, the ancient love of the climate, which must have had a special taste, will remain unmentioned, Arsen would say the taste of the first fruits, whatever, we'll probably sleep through it all and the kids will swallow our nails, fart in the toilets of discotheques - in a better case - and very likely they'll dream of sado-masochistic nonsense where the one with the bigger wallet is the one to blame.
Our ancestors did not leave us any systematized knowledge about orgasm, and in that area we rely on instinct. The art of love, as well as food, should contain the juices of the climate, this Mediterranean region of ours, which is so beautiful and made for ebachina j in forests and mountains that I somehow feel sorry that the hypnotized crowd worships the god of propaganda. There has never been more interest in foreign films. About 5.000 viewers in five days and Fifty Shades of grey in Podgorica. Ticket price - 4 euros. That means 20.000 euros, without nachos, coke and weekends. Does this youth need some kind of sex education? Is popcorn eaten with BDSM? I'm confused, I admit, but when literature is bad, good porn is better.
Fifty Shades of Grey a year ago I looked in every other hand, unable to understand what drove people crazy, especially women, what was important in that book; and as I watched them read, nodding over their Kindles with what little strength their employer had left them to drag home, I realized that those hapless subway slaves read what they were told to - that's how they would read Mein Kampf that someone cleverly suggests marketing to them. I imagined subway people swallowing Mein Kampf and passed the time on the train, which I guess is not the place for Ulbek, not to go further through the history of literature, all the way to Gilgamesh, through history in which fetish and domination were elevated to the level of art a long time ago. I want to say the real and experienced feeling when the spine tingles, like the old grandmother when she was on her knees waiting for her husband's strict command.
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